Truth be told, I've not been right since Simon and I broke up. Before, even though we fought terribly, I had trust. I never wanted to get married because I felt closer than married. Now, I look towards the future, and it's difficult to see the view because Simon is always in the picture. My mind fills him in as though he was as natural as my arm; there wasn't a time without my arm, and it hard to shed the feature of my body without it.